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   Please read Parts 1 and 2 first.

   Gloria and Marcia, 5 and 6 years old respectively, wolfed down hot dogs
seemingly as hungry as, well, hungry as wolves, mustard mustaches all
around...  but Janice was different.  She held back from the younger girls,
settling down next to me on the floor.  She looked up at me and startled me
with the intent look on her face.  She finally spoke.

   "You done put'cher finger in me, din'cha?" I almost froze, wondering
where this was going to go.  All I needed was one of them saying something
that could land me in prison for years.  I carefully considered my
response. I figured a question would be better than an answer.

   "Did you like it, honey?"

   "I ain't never felt nothin so nice, mister.  You din hurt me." She
paused as I noticed tears beginning to form in her eyes.

   "What do you mean, sweetheart.  Of course I wouldn't hurt you.  Why did
you say that?"

   "All them others, they most always hurted me." All those others.... 
Hmmm, this was interesting.  I wanted to hear all about them.

   "Who hurt you, baby?  How did they hurt you, what did they do to you?"

   "They puts their fingers up in me like you done but you didn't hurt me."

   "Who did that to you?" The child didn't speak for a moment.

   "You knows I ain't got a daddy.  Ain't none of us got daddys." She
looked around at the other girls.  "Gloria, she had one but the cops done
took him away.  Marcia, I don't think her momma has no idea who her daddy
is.  Mine, cops took him away too for beatin' up my momma so bad.  He
hurted me the most when he put his dickie up in me."

   "When did he do that?  Tell me about what he did."

   "Well I don't remember it all.  I was only four or maybe five.  Momma
was workin at the store.  She worked all the time.  It was me and my daddy
at home.  He dranked a lot of beer and made me drink it, too, sos I'd be
drunk with him.  He said I was a better little girl then.  I members one
time we was drinkin and I got all sick and started pukin.  Daddy liked it.
I done yank off all my clothes sos I wouldn't puke on them.  I thought I
was all done but he said I needed to puke it all up sos he made me sit in
front of him on the floor.  He held my nose till I had to breathe so I oped
my mouth and he stuck his dickie in it.  He shove that thing all the way
in, too, shove it till I puke some more.  I done puked all over the place.
He kept on doin it till I was all puked out.  Stunk real bad, too, but he
seemed to like it.  I think that was the first time he roll me over."

   "What do you mean, roll you over?"

   "He done turn me over on my tummy sos he could put it up inside me."
"You mean he fucked you?"

   "Yeah, I guess it was fuckin.  He prop me up on one of them pillows from
the couch?  Had my hiney up in the air.  He pulls me open - in back, you
know?  Then he done something to make my bottom wet.  I think maybe spit on
me or somethin.  Anyhow, I gots wet and he don started shoving into my
bottom."

   "Wait, little girl, tell me what he did like it was your daddy telling
me?  I need to hear what he did."

   "I'll try.  Daddy was probably thinkin, got me a little girl.  She ain't
but 5 or 6, I don't know.  She all naked and hot.  Tight little ass, tight
little pussy, skinny little helpless child, all puked out and drunk.  Easy
fucking lay, just like her slut momma that fucks everthing that moves.  I
gonna butt fuck this child, I gonne split her wide open, I gonna ream her
out good and proper, make her my little cum slut bitch.  Damn, got a hard
on.  Damn, gonna split this child."

   He'd eased his still, dirty and drunken cock against the child's butt
hole, ran it up and down, feeling the delicate tissue begin to give under
his pressure.  He spits, once, twice, three times on his filthy cock, rubs
his nasty spit on the innocent child's butt hole - and shoves.  She screams
with the sudden flash of pain that thrills her father, brings his cock to
full hardness, makes his intoxicated head reel with pleasure to hear her
pain, and shoves again, sinking his hard meat four inches inside the tight,
the wondrously tight hole.  He is in her.  He withdraws and shoves again,
sinking his full seven inches inside the small child.  Two strokes, three,
then he feels it coming.  God, it feels good, so good, he pumps twice more,
he can't stand it, he's never felt anything so incredible...

   "AAYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

   He almost blacks out with the pleasure.  It is more than he has ever had
in his stinking miserable life.

   "So after that, mister, my daddy used to fuck me all the time.  Anytime
momma was workin, daddy'd be there to fuck me.  But it wadn't until I was
eight that he done started lettin' his buddies do me.  They's the ones who
hurted me the most."

   The child stood up, lifted her short skirt up so I could look directly
at her bald vagina.  Just above it, just a fraction above her well formed
clit were the scars.  A dozen of them - or more.  Burn scars, scars that
would always be there.

   "Them mens, they liked to hear me scream a lots.  They like puttin' out
their cigarettes." She looked down at her collection of memories.  "They'd
make me lay down naked on the floor and they'd put them out on me." She
looked into my eyes.  "But you didn' hurt me, mister.  You made me feel
good."

   I didn't know whether to feel like a hero or feel like a bum.  It could
have gone either way.  The child had suffered incredible indignity and
pain, and here I was another man wanting to fuck her little innocent body,
wanting to use her for my pleasure.  I did what came natural for me.  I
leaned forward and kissed her scars.  I pressed my face into her tender
skinny body, kissing above her clit, then kissing it.  It wasn't long
before her hands found their way behind my head and she began a grind, a
slow, steady grind as she pushed my kisses a little lower, finding a
rhythm, rubbing her bald cunt on my mouth, urging me to kiss not her scars
but her pussy.  I could feel her wetness, her longing for acceptance and
compassion.

   She pulled me down to the floor to lay beside her.  I caught a quick
glimpse of Gloria and Marcia as they stood transfixed watching us.  Janice,
the pretty little 10 year old, pulled me up on top of her.

   "Ain't nobody fucked my pussy, mister.  Ain't nobody till now..." She
wrapped her legs around me as best she could and JT found his way to her
hole, wet, tight, virgin pussy hole.  She dug her heels into my ass cheeks
and pulled me into her.  I felt one quick wince of pain from her as I
entered.  I felt her lust her passion, I felt the velvet wetness of a
virgin pussy being pleasured for the first time.

   I lost it for a moment.  I forgot her story, I didn't want to remember
it.  I was fucking a virgin child and it was wonderful.  I began full
strokes, fucking her was heaven.  I slammed into her tight cunt, taking it
to the hilt, pounding her into the floor, not thinking the slightest if it
was painful for her, but she liked pain ...  didn't she?

   An hour after I had cum in the child, a few minutes after she had hugged
me and thanked me for being a nice man, I was alone in the mostly empty
three bedroom apartment.  I found the air pump and reinflated the slightly
sagging mattress.  I pulled the curtain closed over the sliding glass door
and lay down for the night wondering what adventure tomorrow might bring.

   To my readers: thanks to all of you who commented on this story and to
those who asked me to finish it.  I hope you enjoyed it - and feedback is
always appreciated.